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Monday Dec 30, 2013

Dharma Fulfillment

nymphette duckie
Nymphette Duckie

In the popular culture, entertainment, and media, we often see the drama of spouses arguing that for whatever reason (usually work related) one isn’t paying enough attention to the other.

Sound familiar?

This is a tempest in a teapot for the true artist and anyone who knows their true identity. When you are in dharma (your purpose in life), you are already complete and mindless thoughts are dismissed on the spot.

In this way, spouses or friends can be alone together.

Thursday Sep 26, 2013

The Tale End

galaxies away
Galaxies Away

The other day returning from Santa Fe on the Turquoise Highway, there was a lone motorcyclist on a black Harley in front of me. The motorcycle on the back fender had a perfectly centered sticker that read: Fuck You.

I’m no prude, and can see humor in many things, but this message was not funny.

With all the troubles in the industrialized world, there is an answer that would allay most problems. It’s called civility, which should be taught beginning in kindergarten, along with empathy, and compassion. I know there are people who would like to see these mandatory subjects in the curriculum. This simple act in education would produce a better human.

The future is made in the present.

Thursday Apr 05, 2012

Walkabout Redux

the portal
The Portal

Sure, you can spend a lifetime in a ‘village’ and live an honorable life.

But, if you feel the wanderlust, the impulse to travel beyond, then the die has been cast. The enigma of a walkabout is that the destination remains a mystery until you get there—which also describes how my art comes into existence.

Have you felt the calling? What did you do about it? If the feeling was pure, untainted my laziness or the other deadly sins, then it will lead you to your dharma, you purpose in life. And what a reward you will reap.

Note: The Portal was featured on the popular Coast to Coast AM syndicated radio show. They also published it on their facebook page. You can see a larger image of the painting there, too.

Coast to Coast AM

Monday Dec 19, 2011

Modern Tribes Redux


I watched a documentary the other evening featuring a team from the West who went deep into the uncharted New Guinea jungle. They were in search of a remote mountain Stone Age people who were untouched by modern times.

Trekking through the lush unmapped jungle was grueling and dangerous—from headhunters to poisonous snakes. When the team reached their destination, the tribesmen were not pleased to see them. Eventually, although there was an agreement to have a peaceful interchange, the air was rife with tension.

The tribe lived in a seemingly unbearable and inhospitable environment: stifling humidity, pestering flies, mosquitos, dangerous animals, diseases, and so on. They did live in houses built some 60 feet above ground; apparently, flies and mosquitoes did not often soar that high. These tribal people mostly segregated men and women, and they did not see a correlation between sex and children.

Finding food was the tribe’s main activity; the villagers ate most anything. If you were offered one of their ‘tasty’ delicacies like skewered rat, you accepted if you wanted to keep your head.

There were birds on the menu. No big game in this jungle, and no invention of the wheel either, which would be of no use in the nearly impenetrable harsh thicket.

Why were these Stone Age people living in this hostile environment in the first place? Yes, humanity does have a knack for adapting, but why adapt to such a dangerous way of life? Did ancestors from the remote past think that this was a good place to settle?

Except for some sort of payback in raiding another village and headhunting, it didn’t seem that any of the tribe’s people ventured out beyond their jungle turf to explore the world beyond. These folk, born and mind controlled from birth, accepted reality, and its seeming limitations as it was.

Are we modern humans any different? We are born to believe that we are a member of a country, a region, a clan, a belief system, a religion, a philosophy, name your dogma. How many question this cultural conceit? How many do anything about it?

The true artist breaks down the mindless artifices of civilization, and must pay the price for doing so.

Saturday Jan 22, 2011

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Post Pop

More observations on the road:

Yesterday, I was in the left hand turn lane waiting for a long red light to give the green arrow for the turn. There, on the road divider to my left was a woman bundled in a big coat with a dog at her side, and a hand-scrawled sign that read: I’m traveling on a prayer. Of course, she was panhandling. There was a long line of cars behind and in front of me. It was a cold, windy day in Santa Fe.

I don’t often make such handouts because the panhandler isn’t offering something in exchange. But, I’m not stuck in my own dogma, either. For example, some time ago a young couple had parked themselves in front of a large discount store. Instead of begging, they were selling tacos stuffed with bacon. I’m not a bacon eater. Still, this ragged couple needed some help. I gave them $5 bucks, and said, please keep the tacos.

The lady with the dog stood on the windy road divider waiting. No one was offering alms. So, I waved her over, and gave her a buck, saying this is for your doggie. She blessed me and went back to the road divider. Then, suddenly, as if orchestrated on cue—one, two, three, four, and then five car windows in front of me opened in a cascade of generosity, waving paper money for her, which she promptly retrieved, blessing those folks too, I’m sure.

Finally, the green light arrow came on for that left turn. I drove passed the lady and her dog, we waved, and I was off.